"I heard the gods have enemies again. When they called on the guardian spirits to attack them, they lost. So many tribes' guardian spirits have died!"
Enemies of the gods?
Did the gods have enemies again?
That was hardly strange.
The gods ruling this world had changed five or six times already, hadn't they? Perhaps even seven or eight.
According to myth, after the Devouring Serpent created Heaven and Earth, the Serpent's own children turned against their parent, who ultimately fell.
The second generation of gods—the Devouring Serpent's children—took control of the world.
But before long, a third generation grew up. They resented their parents for never aging or dying, and for holding the divine thrones forever.
So they plotted a rebellion and drove the second generation into the Divine Prison.
Then came the rise of the fourth generation...
After that came invasion and war with gods from afar.
In short, the history of this world was a pot of porridge, with the gods fighting one another over and over.
No one could say which generation of gods now held power.
But one thing was certain: no one in this world believed gods existed forever or could never be defeated!
"Maybe... I'm only saying maybe. What if the gods' enemies could use us..."
Rumors like this spread rapidly through the tribes, especially those that had already lost their guardian spirits.
Meanwhile, beneath that abyss in the Netherworld...
"With so many Divine Abominations, what is this place?" a True Immortal asked uneasily.
"This is the Divine Prison, where gods are imprisoned forever to suffer. Outsiders, now that you've entered, you won't escape that fate either!"
Then they saw gods bound to palace walls by black, baleful energy, or tied to tree trunks.
The energy pierced their bodies like chains, leaving them